Mo Shao, please don't be sentimental

"Lin dyed bamboo."

Mo Yuhan calmed down for quite a while, however, he found that not only was it useless, but also, because someone kept breathing next to his ear, it made him more and more anxious, so he finally couldn't help but speak out, wanting to send Lin Dye Bamboo wakes up.

Fortunately, it has been a long time since Lin Ranzhu drank alcohol.

Therefore, she, who had receded a lot from drinking, really opened her eyes when she was called out like this.

However, with a dull brain, she blinked and blinked again before she reacted abruptly.

In an instant, a smile bloomed on a cute face like a spring flower: "You're awake! How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"

Mo Yuhan was almost dazzled by her smile, but he still took a deep breath and said hoarsely, "You go down first."

Lin Ranzhu was stunned for a moment, then remembered his own actions, and quickly withdrew his limbs from him, and explained by the way: "That's because you always kick the quilt after sweating, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold..."

"En." Mo Yuhan moved his body strangely, and then took out his hand.

Lin Ranzhu didn't pay that much attention.

After all, he was sick, so it was normal for his face to be flushed, and it was also normal for his voice to be hoarse.

Compared with his behavior when he had a fever just now, no matter what he does now, he can be regarded as normal, which makes Lin Ranzhu want to cry.

So, she quickly pressed Mo Yuhan's forehead to test his current temperature.

Mo Yuhan's eyes darkened, but he didn't move.

"It seems that the fever has subsided." Lin Ranzhu took off his hand and said again, "But you are a little seriously ill, and you may have recurrence later."

"Oh." Mo Yuhan responded lightly, his expression still stiff.

Lin Ranzhu rolled his eyes, why is he so obedient all of a sudden?
Is there a fever or not, or the two extremes?

"you……"

"I want to take a bath." Suddenly, Mo Yuhan opened his mouth.

He is hot all over now, and he just wants to push Lin Ranzhu away.

Lin Ranzhu frowned. In fact, from the perspective of Chinese medicine, taking a hot bath is good for wind and cold, and he sweated so much just now.

So, she thought about it for a while and finally said: "It's okay, but you must take a hot bath, and then you must keep warm after taking a bath."

"Okay." Mo Yuhan threw off the quilt, turned over, and rushed into the bathroom before Lin Ranzhu could see clearly.

Lin Ranzhu: ...Why are you running so fast?
Forget it, there are clean bathrobes in the bathroom anyway, so let him go.

However, just as he was thinking about it, he heard a sudden "ah" sound from the bathroom, as if he was still sucking in a breath of air.

Lin Ranzhu frowned, not caring so much, and hurried over to push the bathroom door open: "Why do you..."

Then, she froze in place on the spot.

Because Mo Yuhan suddenly looked up at her, but he was not the only one who looked up.

Her face became hot, she turned around quickly, and explained in a hurry: "I'm sorry, I ran here because I heard your voice and seemed to be suffering. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Mo Yuhan glanced down annoyedly, then turned his body slightly, pretending to be calm and explained: "I was accidentally drenched in cold water just now, and I'm fine now."

"Oh." Lin Ranzhu closed the door for him with a red face, and hurried out of the study.

Because I can't wait any longer!

She knows that a man will do that when he wakes up in the morning, but he will do that when he sleeps in broad daylight!

It almost touched her blind spot of knowledge and made her doubt her career.

Outside the study room, Housekeeper Xu, who was already waiting not far away and determined not to be disturbed by anyone, also heard this voice and couldn't help asking: "Young Madam, what happened to the Young Master just now?"

Lin Ranzhu's face flushed: "It's okay, he was just drenched in cold water while taking a bath."

"Huh? Is the shower broken?" Butler Xu frowned, "Why is there cold water?"

Lin Ranzhu was a little strange: "Isn't it normal to have cold water?"

"It's not normal." Butler Xu shook his head, "Because the temperature of the young master's bath water has been set at a fixed value all year round, if no one touches it, cold water shouldn't come out."

Lin Ranzhu was stunned for a moment.

No wonder Mo Yuhan was drenched in cold water just now, because he is used to turning on the switch, which is the temperature of his own bath.

It's even more weird to adjust it to cold water!
Mo Yuhan, what are you doing!
If it was really intentional, it would make her think a lot, okay?

"Young Madam, don't worry!" Seeing Lin Ranzhu's face collapsed, Housekeeper Xu hurriedly said, "If the shower is broken, it's a big deal to replace it, it's not a big deal."

Lin Ranzhu's face collapsed: "It's a big deal."

Butler Xu was stunned: "What? The young master was soaked?"

"Oh, no." Lin Ranzhu squeezed the space between his eyebrows, "The shower is not broken, you don't need to worry about it, you'd better let Mrs. Liu cook some porridge."

"Oh." Steward Xu scratched his head in confusion, but said again, "Sister-in-law Liu went out to buy old hens, and said she wanted to make some chicken soup for the young master."

Lin Ranzhu sighed, the chicken soup was quite effective in dispelling the cold.

However, Mo Yuhan didn't eat in the morning and took a lot of medicine, so he should drink some plain porridge to fill his stomach.

Thinking of this, she simply said, "Forget it, I'll go through it."

Isn't it porridge?Just put rice and boil it in water, everyone can do it.

So after a while, the pot on the stove began to bubble up.

In fact, Lin Ranzhu hadn't cooked much since she was a child, and her mother wanted her to spend more time on her studies, so she was not allowed to enter the kitchen when she was at home.

Even when she was studying abroad, her mother found a housekeeping aunt for her to ensure her three meals a day.

So, don't look at it as porridge, it's actually her first time making it.

But I remember that when I was a child, my mother seemed to be cooking with a spoon while stirring, so she followed suit.

It's just that this kind of mechanical repetitive movement is the easiest to make people think about it, and she is no exception.

Soon, her eyes were straightened, and she thought of the one who was taking a bath in a daze.

The rice was boiled in the pot and was beating wildly, just like her heart was beating wildly in her chest, without any rules.

Suddenly, Mo Yuhan spoke from behind: "I really haven't seen this cooking method for many years, don't you know how to use a rice cooker?"

Lin Ranzhu was startled, and dropped the spoon into the pot.

The hot porridge splashed out in an instant and flew towards her.

Mo Yuhan frowned, pulled her over, and turned around to block her.

Lin Ranzhu panicked, and quickly walked around behind him, lifted his clothes to check: "Are you okay? Did you burn yourself? Does it hurt?"

"The bathrobe is very thick, it doesn't hurt." Mo Yuhan turned around and looked at her.

Lin Ranzhu heaved a sigh of relief and took down his hand.

Then, Mo Yuhan said, "Is this how Jiang Hao saved you?"

Lin Ranzhu was taken aback.

Why is this person still entangled in Jiang Hao's matter, speechless.

But soon, her eyes darkened.

Because she found that just now, she was even more nervous about Mo Yuhan than she was about the assassinated Jiang Hao.

But what Mo Yuhan faced was just a few drops of porridge.